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"Uh yeah, I brought my beanie hat?" He said, though with the way his voice lilted it sounded more like a question.

Caitlin smiled as she shook her head. "Want to go get it?"

"Right yeah."

Barry flashed across the room and grabbed his beanie from where he'd dropped in on the floor with his coat when he'd first entered their room. It felt like so much had happened since he'd walked in; he'd gone through both physical and emotional intensities. A quick glance at the wall clock showed they weren't even halfway through their session time.

"I printed off the list I generated and emailed to you before," Caitlin said, grabbing some papers from her bag. "Then cut it into strips and then folded them up so we can't see what's written on it." She held out her handful and he opened up the beanie so they could be dropped in. "Each piece of paper has a sexual act on it that we will perform. We can measure our responses and control, then compare it with our other experiences and see where our conclusions take us about our powers and intimacies." Caitlin looked at him from under her lashes. "And there's still the outstanding rating of course."

Barry grinned, all the anxiety that had built up as she talked dissipating and his body relaxing. He knew there was a scientific basis to what they were doing, agreed with it too, but hearing Caitlin talk like that had made him feel tense and worried. He didn't want her to put up walls around him again. But that little joke, their own private in-joke, showed that wasn't what was happening. It was just the way she thought, and if you could listen to that, then you got to see the real Caitlin; almost like when you got past her ice, you could see just how much of a warm person she was.

"Turnabout's still fair play with that Cait, remember?" he replied. "Now, who's going to pick from the hat?"

"I don't mind. You can."

"No," Barry said. "I think it should be you. I've already had my way this session."

"We'll share it," Caitlin suggested. "I'll go first, if you want. But after that you'll go. We'll take it in turns to make our way through the list until no paper is left."

"Brilliant." Barry held out the beanie to her, eyebrows wagging. "What are we doing today then?"

She went to move towards the hat, then she stopped. "Of course it should be said that if there's any activity either of us does not wish to participate in then we say no and that's it, with a guarantee of no hard feelings."

"Agreed," Barry said, but then couldn't help himself adding. "Do I need to sign a disclaimer?"

Caitlin rolled her eyes. "I think we've covered under our verbal agreement, the programme's retainer, and Star Institute's own policy."

"Wow, you really know Star Institute's private policy?"

Caitlin blanched but then covered it quickly with a smile. Barry wondered what that was about but then Caitlin put her hand into the beanie and rustled around before removing it with one slip of paper clutched between her fingers.

"And the winner is…" she joked feebly. "Oral sex."

"Ah, ok, um great?" Barry said, wondering why talking about it made he feel so nervous when he would happily do it with Caitlin. "So, er, I'll do it… it to you?"

"No," Caitlin said softly, staring at the paper in her hands. "I'll give you oral sex."

"I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with," Barry stated, worried with how she seemed to be only able to look at the paper, and not him.

"It's ok, Barry. I haven't done it for a long time but I can do it. For you."

"Cait-"

"You've helped me with my powers during intimate moments. Time to help you. I'm going to go down on you Barry," she said looking up at him straight in the eye, and the words caused a rush of heat inside him to shoot south. "But you can't use your powers whilst I do. You say you lose control by your speed taking over? Let's try and regulate that." She dropped the paper to the floor and moved closer to him. "But that means you'll have to be verbal, tell me what you're feeling. What you like and don't like. How it seems to be affecting your powers."

Barry gulped as Caitlin reached out and started slowly running her hands up and down his chest as she settled in front of him.

"Think you can manage that?" she murmured as she began to push him backwards gently, directing him to the couch again.

"Y-yeah," Barry stuttered hoarsely, falling back when his legs hit the edge of the seat.

Caitlin let her ruined shirt fall away and Barry's eyes helplessly fell to the sight of her breasts covered by white lace. She moved in-between his legs, pushing them apart so she could kneel in front of him, her hands trailing up and down his thighs as she did.

Barry gripped the couch hard with fisted hands, trying to control his breathing and not pant like someone who had just run a marathon on a whim. He couldn't take his eyes off of Caitlin. Her hands slowly, so slowly, reached for the button on his trousers and then slipped the zipper down on his fly. Heat surged through his body and he could swear there was a static electricity in the air, lightning coiling just under his skin.

"How do you feel Barry?" Caitlin whispered

He tried to answer, he honestly did, but she licked her lips as soon as she asked and her hand was hovering over him, right there. Words failed him completely.

"Bar-ry," Caitlin murmured.

He sucked in a deep breath, ready to try and force words, hopefully something coherent, out of his mouth. But then her hand was on him, wrapped around him, massaging him through his boxers and there went his brain-mouth connection. A loud groan was the only thing he was able to articulate.

Caitlin leant down as she pulled his cock out of his boxer shorts and Barry knew he was watching her from heavy, dilated eyes. He should try and catch her gaze, make sure she was really okay with this, but all he could do was tense as she moved her lips into a perfect 'o' formation and blew across the head of his cock.

"Ahh," Barry groaned loudly.

She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and slowly dragged it up, tortuously slow.

"You haven't answered my question," she whispered, the breath from her words caressing him.

"I feel- I-" Barry choked out, but he couldn't go any further as Caitlin's tongue flicked out and swiped the very tip of him. "Ohh."

"Do you like the way this feels?" she asked, her breaths hitting against him, her tongue flicking out and her hand, her hand slowly, so slowly moving up and down his cock.

"Yessss," Barry hissed, the top half of his body tensing as he held himself back from moving. The course of lightning that was streaking through him was nearly overwhelming.

"Do you want more?"

"God, Cait-"

Caitlin bit down on her lip and the sight would have been sexy if he didn't know her, if he didn't understand that that was her tell of being unsure.

He reached out and cupped her cheek in his palm. "You don't have to do more," he said as gently as he could; the effect was probably somewhat ruined by his laboured breathing.

"I want to," she answered. "Just if I lose control…."

"Don't worry Cait," Barry answered with a hard smile. "Even if you did start breathing ice, there's no way it could turn into an icicle; there's far too much heat surging down there for that to happen. It'd be like having a lightning rod in your mouth."

"That's a little crass Barry."

"I could make a popsicle joke if you'd rather…"

Caitlin laughed and Barry grinned at her, gently rubbing circles into her skin. How could he be so tuned on, so close to someone physically, intimately, and have feelings stronger than lust? And for those feelings to take precedent.

"I do like popsicles," Caitlin whispered. "I like to lick."

And then she did just that.

Barry clutched back at the couch, gnashing his teeth together as pleasure swept through him as surely as her tongue went up and down. Heat raced through him and his blood surged. Lightning coiled at the base of his spine and the familiar itch to move pulled at his skin.

Caitlin wrapped both hands around him, squeezing the base slowly as her tongue licked and flicked the top of him. She moved at an even and steady pace, her actions intense but keeping to the same momentum. Barry felt opposing forces shoot across his body; pleasure that made his head spin and body tense in one place, and static that primed him and filled him with an energy to move.

But as mindless as Caitlin was making him he knew he had to control the itch to speed. He needed to stay in the moment, to allow events to happen around him normally and not speed them up in anyway. Or to take over and hurry things up to suit him and his speed. No matter the situation.

Like right now, with how torturously slow Caitlin was moving.

"Cait please," he begged.

"Do you like that?" she asked as her hands moved on him.

"Yeah."

"What else do you want?"

"I want to move," he panted.

"I want you to stay right here," she responded huskily. "Right here in the moment with me."

Then Caitlin wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock. Warm, wet suction enveloped him and Barry couldn't do anything but groan loudly in response. He was definitely in the moment with her.

Caitlin slowly worked down his length, encasing more of him into her mouth, sucking as she went. It was an unhurried act, Caitlin going at her own measured pace. Lightning cracked down Barry's spine, arching his back with tension, but he didn't give in to it. He didn't let it control him. All he could do was feel the pleasure Caitlin was giving him.

Gradually Caitlin increased her pace, adding her tongue as she suckled. One of her hands stayed wrapped around his base whilst the other moved to stroke his balls; gentle, feather-light touches that added to his pleasure exponentially.

A different kind of pressure began to build inside Barry, his blood gushing and his cock swelling harder.

"Cait," he gasped, knowing what was coming. He couldn't stop his hand from shooting out and wrapping itself in Caitlin's hair, tilting her head just a little as he lifted his hips.

He came with a loud moan, Caitlin still working up and down his length slowly.

Barry relaxed back against the couch, his breathing still laboured but the rest of his body sated and relaxed. His eyes found Caitlin's and he knew he needed to speak soon as he couldn't convey all of what he wanted to say with just a look.

"You didn't speed," Caitlin said softly.

"I wanted too," Barry admitted. "I felt it pulling at my spine. But I wanted to enjoy it more."

"So you acknowledged your speed inside, but needed to make an affirmed conscious decision to not allow it to take over," Caitlin summarised.

"That makes me sound quite decisive," Barry said after a moment. "I definitely wasn't thinking that well just now."

Caitlin giggled.

Barry smiled at her. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she answered softly, a warm smile playing on her lips.

The buzzer echoed through the room and Barry inwardly cursed. He kept forgetting about the limited time they had. He would happily stay here all day with Caitlin.

He quickly sat up and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Um Barry?" Caitlin prompted. "The buzzer means it's time for us to leave?"

"For you," he said simply, holding out his shirt and leaving himself in just an under t-shirt. "And I er, can pay for your one to be repaired or replaced, if you want."

Caitlin took the shirt he offered, as hers was definitely not wearable in public. "Thanks. And don't worry about that, it was just an old work top. Nothing important."

"Will you be ok getting home?"

"I'll be fine Barry."

"Just-"

"You're incredibly sweet, but it's okay."

Caitlin slipped into his shirt, quickly buttoning it and then pulling the loose ends into a tie at the front.

"And you'll be ok here at Star?" Barry asked.

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Just with the rumours about them being able to take metas powers. You'll watch yourself here, make sure nobody asks for a blood sample or to inject you or anything without you knowing why?"

"I thought that was just from your nightmare."

"It was in my nightmare yeah, but it came from my reporter friend who has a source telling her stuff about it," Barry explained.

"How did-"

"I have no idea how it would even work," Barry continued. "But will you make sure you keep an eye out for anything suspicious? I mean it's probably not even a real thing but I just want to make sure you'll be safe."

"Of course," Caitlin answered, frowning to herself.

The buzzer sounded again, louder this time.

"I think we're going to get a reputation," Barry attempted to joke but Caitlin was distracted.

"Email each other?" she said, walking towards her bag. "About next session?"

"Sure, of course," Barry answered and watched Caitlin walk out of the door on her side.

What a weird session, he thought to himself as he left. He knew he should probably take some thinking time to go over everything that was said between them today; they'd mentioned some pretty heavy stuff and he definitely needed to work through the issues within his nightmare. But most of his mental capacity was locked on one thing.

The image of Caitlin in-between his legs, looking up at him with beautiful trusting eyes.

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